Max smirked as she tried to let the French words slip easily off her tongue. It wasn't the easiest of feats but she managed to do fairly well. "Bon," he answered with a nod. "Good" being one of about seven other words that he knew aside from food and how to order. Lifting a hand, he motioned the waiter over and ordered for the both of them, deciding on the duck for himself. At least that way if Cassandra didn't like the pork for some reason then they could trade.
"Hmm, I might have to pay more attention then." While he couldn't picture this Sam, it couldn't be very hard to figure out who she was in the end. If anything he could always approach her through those online journals and go from there. Actually, that seemed like the easiest way to go about things. Max would be willing to meet anyone Cassandra would want him to and appreciated the fact that she already started to build a list in her head. Somehow he would have to convince her to go home with him so that he could introduce her to some of his friends and family.
Max nodded as he took a sip from his own flute of champagne. "I can't guarantee that I'm the easiest to wake up in the middle of the night but I stand by the anytime part of that offer." What had his mother always told him? That he and his father could sleep through a nuclear holocaust? That sounded about right. It generally took a lot of shaking and/or yelling to wake him up once he hit that REM cycle.
"I know, but I like to all the same." His mother had actually had some part in picking this particular gift out. She was much better when it came to jewelry than he tended to be. A chuckle rumbled in his chest and spilled from his lips at her reaction. No, he wasn't proposing marriage just yet. That would be a far more extravagant ring if his mother insisted on him using his grandmother's ring. Briefly he wondered if Cassandra's small hand could hold the damn thing up.
Pushing to his feet, he closed the small distance between them and reached for her hand, careful not to apply too much contact at first. "Good," he said as he uncurled her fist and pulled out the ring. "Now let's see it on." He watched her eyes as he slid the ring onto her left ring finger and internally sighed when it fit. Ring sizes had never been his thing mainly because he had never cared enough to buy anyone but his mother one before so this had been a shot in the dark. "It suits you I think," he said as he leaned down and brushed a kiss to her cheek.